Ah, crisp cuticles. My favorite meal.
I... these things suck. They make the back of my head hurt, near the base of my skull. More than anything right now, I want to lie face down on a bed while someone gently pats the back of my head, which I will greet with an odd pleased sound every so often. Also, I will squirm restlessly until they hold me down and demand that I enjoy their gentle pats, godammit.
I wish this Blackberry had more texture on its keys so I could type without looking and without my thumb pads getting little aching dimples on them. My right thumb pad doesn't have much skin on it. I keep burning it off on accident. It smells faintly of barbequed meat. I have long, long wondered what human tastes like. Nyam~
Slow down, bitch. I announce to myself often.
I feel terribly aware of the people sitting at my left and right.
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